Alone Together (Gallavich)

fourteen 2/2

ian

My mind was immediately erased of every doubt I had since I walked up to the black haired boy's house ten minutes ago. He said he wanted to be with me. It wasn't gonna be easy but I knew he meant it. I knew I felt the same too. Since the day in my bedroom I knew it. The way I couldn't admit it to anyone right away. The way it wouldn't leave my brain. The way I wished to be in a moment like this with Mickey when I was in that freezer at work. The way I knew he ran away every time because he cared, not because he didn't. I kissed Mickey harder at that thought. He wasn't leaving now. His rough fingers ran through my hair while I shook off my jacket and threw it onto the floor. I placed my hands on his back, trying to memorize every ridge and shape of his muscles and bones. When I got to his waist, I instinctively moved my hands under his shirt. We stayed like that for a minute, getting into the best rhythm we could. When I couldn't hold back anymore, I moved my hands down to his waist again, this time bringing them around his sides and keeping them right on his hips. Slowly, Mickey's hands were out of my hair and on my back, pulling over bodies closer, if that was even possible at that point. He started moving my shirt up, slow enough that I could stop him if I wanted but fast enough to prove he wanted it off. When I pulled away to let Mickey lift my shirt over my head, I started taking his shirt off too, laying him down on the bed as I did so that I was straddling his hips and could move back down to his lips once we were situated. Mickey kept his hands on my waist now, moving me to match the rhythm of our kissing as well as the movements of his own hips. I started moving down his neck, kissing every spot I could, holding onto the places that made Mickey's hands tighten on my hips. I travelled to his shoulders and chest next. We were both breathing heavy, our chests rising and sinking in motion.

I moved back up to his neck, wanting to feel his lips on mine again but not wanting to give in too easily. When I got to his jawline, Mickey slid his finger tips into the seam of my jeans. My body froze. I lifted up my head above Mickeys, locking our eyes together for a moment while we just lay there, the only motion now coming from our bodies breathing. Everything started to get fuzzy. I couldn't stop my brain from going back to that day in the freezer, Kash giving me no choice. How was I here? How did I let myself get back here?

As quick as they came, my thoughts were cut off by Mickey's hand on my cheek, his thumb rubbing my face and his blue eyes never dropping sight of mine.

"Hey," he whispered out. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

I trusted him.

Slowly, I nodded my head as Mickey cautiously moved his hands back down to my pants, this time finding their place on my belt buckle. He moved slowly, keeping eye contact with me as much as he could as he undid my belt. I sat up so I could do the same to him, grabbing his hand from my body and placing a kiss on the back of it before proceeding. I pulled down his pants as much as I could in that position, Mickey returning the favor with mine to the best of his abilities. I lowered my body back down on top of his, making sure to kiss him one more time before whatever was going to happen next. When I pulled away, Mickey's eyes were still on mine.

"Ok?" He asked in a panting whisper.

I nodded slowly.

Mickey wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss before sliding his hands to my boxers.

He looked into my eyes, checking for the last time to make sure I was here.

"Ok."

His hands slowly pushed down my underwear as I kissed his neck. When he was done he put his hands around my back, queuing that it was my turn. I slid his boxers down as slowly as he had mine, my body tingling when our bare hips finally touched.

I kept my mouth on his neck as I moved into him. A small moan escaped his mouth and his fingertips pressed into my back. I kept moving at the same pace we had been the whole time; cautiously passionate. When one of Mickey's hands moved onto the bed next to us, I made sure to move my hand in the same place, interlacing our fingers, not letting any extra space between us grow. I focused on the sound of his breath, the feeling of his fingers in mine and the movement of our hips and I can promise you, I understood what Mickey had said perfectly now about feeling free.

this took me forever to write! it needed to be fragile so excuse the lack of hard smut your thirsty dump heads lol. i am proud of how it came out so hopefully it's short lil length satisfied you. #3 in Gallavich!! Thank you <3
Chapter 15 will most likely come out Saturday in prep for the next episode on Sunday! love u